Month: September, 2016

I simply don’t believe you’re forty-two.
You don’t look like you’ve yet reached twenty-one.
Marissa, there is nothing you can do
to make me change my mind. Under the sun,
most of us suffer damage ton by ton
as it comes crashing down from hostile skies.
The lucky few may have their share of fun–
but, oh, they pay for it, both gals and guys!
If you pay, then we fail to recognize
the signs of payment on your youthful face.
No normal mournful rule to you applies.
You seem immune to time, inured to space.
Against the way of things most souls are raging.
But you just shrug and smile. You don’t do aging.

Oh, how Mark Shea adores Planned Parenthood–
aside, of course, from that abortion stuff!
All of those other services are good,
and Mr. Shea at last has had enough
of all the unjust and judgmental guff
anti-abortionists tend to unload
on clinic workers who have had it rough.
Such slanders violate his Christian code.
Proud of the compliments that he’s bestowed
on Mrs. Sanger’s altruistic heirs,
he shows a side religion seldom showed
before he came along to make repairs
to breaks in the apologetic arts.
Will he be paid in baby body parts?

Typology, typology!
There’s nothing like typology!
It makes poor chemistry look sick.
It trounces anthropology.
Those feeble disciplines address
a subject matter small–
but types, once understood, express
the Essence of the All.

Typology, typology:
the heart thrills at typology!
It explicates the Mind of God–
if God has a psychology.
If you seek elevation,
if truth’s what you desire,
then hear the presentation
of Karen Swallow Prior!

Typology, typology:
I’m with you on typology.
I hope I do not disappoint
when opting for mixology.
In atmospheres so rarefied,
my brain is sure to fail.
I’ll sit here, happy that I tried,
and drink a Rusty Nail.

Civility, civility!
Abandon your ability
to analyze what leftists say:
you’re drowning in futility!
Though Hillary is just a stiff,
she represents the views
that are embraced without restraint
by peddlers of the news.

Civility, civility!
There’s nothing like civility.
When Democrats demand it, it
equates to sheer servility.
It serves to keep opponents down
when allies blab ahead.
And, if you render it, you find
your liberty is dead.